Co-worker: So, you want to have kids, right?
Me: Yeah, I do. But the thing is, I like babies. I don't know if I can relate to older kids.
And then, along came my kids and I proved myself wrong. You see, I totally get that newborns are adorable. They're tiny squishes that make cute sounds and can curl up into the coziest little ball on your chest. But the newborn phase isn't my favorite, because, let's face it: it's also a little exhausting. Okay, a lot exhausting.
Toddlers are adorable little troublemakers who relish in the spotlight and laugh in the face of time-out. I like the toddler phase, as exasperating as it can be sometimes (or most of the time)
But you know what? I absolutely love the relationships I'm developing with my kids as they get older.
Last weekend, Camden turned six. No longer a baby, a toddler, or a preschooler; he's now a bonafide kid. He has his own opinions, thoughts, interests, and friends. He has an entire life outside of our little family now that he's in school all day, five days a week. And he's turning into a pretty amazing little guy.
I've known it since he was very young, but it's even more apparent as he gets older: Camden's a lot like me. He's the spitting image of his dad physically, but temperament-wise, he's all me. He's a listener more than a talker; he's observes before jumping in; he likes having a plan; and he's not a huge fan of change. But he makes friends easily, does well in school, and is kind-hearted. I'm so proud to call him my son.
Happy sixth birthday, Camden Miller. You are so loved.
Macey and I visited Camden's classroom the day before his birthday to bring in a special birthday snack.
The following morning, on his actual birthday, Camden woke up with a sore throat and fever. After taking him to the doctor to make sure he didn't have strep, we decided to power through and let him go ahead with his party. He was a trooper.
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